Type 2 Flex Lyrics - Raymond Hill

[Intro: Raymond Hill] 

Raymond Hill 

Haris 

Yeah 

God damn 

[Verse 1: Haris] 

Pick up pace its a quick flow 

Catch a young nigga in the end zone 

Stomp his ass out got the Timbs though 

Chi-Town killer with a kilo 

These days they be like what's your life like? 

"Wish it was me though" 

Since I left my home I been all 'lone 

You don't want this yo 

Me I run Dubai by myself 

Man you don't want heat though 

Had one girl but I took his girl 

Man its looking like a cheat code 

Sheets on deck but you freak on me 

I'm just looking like the next best thing 

When you wake up in the morning just staring at a ceiling u gon' really wanna change some things 

You don't know shit about me though 

I could really be the city hero 

All y'all sound like zeros 

Your music really help my ego 

Like, like, what's that? 

Keep sounding like that please 

I just got a girl off Soundcloud she think I don't lack 

Please stay in your lane G 

[Hook: Raymond Hill] 

Nah I'm not the type to flex 

But these women wanted sex 

Oh yeah, they deserve it 

They been working 

I might have to flex 

I might have to flex 

I might have to get 

Go get, with the shits 

Need my fix 

Most of all I need the checks 

Now I need a bitch 

(Damn) 

All flexing all summer 

All summer we be flexing 

All summer we be fucking 

Money spend it on protection 

You need this right now 

I'ma give it no debatin' 

Can't leave me right now 

Keep you watching never waitin' 

[Verse 2: Haris] 

I just got a girl off Soundcloud 

With a backpack backpack full of drugs 

That's a snack pack snack pack 

God damn I think I am AD god 

Cause we run the city 

I'ma ban these niggas 

Cause they sounding week like spring break 

And I met Drake 

And I'm too fly and you're too fake 

And I called your bae she said he too lame 

I been poppin' got watch my health 

Cause I been poppin' 

These pills and I'm not stopping 

Until I'm dropping 

I'm from Chicago there's a lot of options 

Here to, and near boo 

Know a couple shooters that'd hurt you 

If I named you, if I cared too 

They go bam bam like banged boos 

Bang her and her friend too 

Do this shit for my fam dude 

Ain't a lot that I can't prove 

Ain't a lot that I can't do 

You was thinking that I couldn't do it 

Had to do it 

You was thinking that I... 

[Hook: Raymond Hill] 

Nah I'm not the type to flex 

But these women wanted sex 

Oh yeah, they deserve it 

They been working 

I might have to flex 

I might have to flex 

I might have to get 

Go get, with the shits 

Need my fix 

Most of all I need the checks 

Now I need a bitch 

(Damn) 

All flexing all summer 

All summer we be flexing 

All summer we be fucking 

Money spend it on protection 

You need this right now 

I'ma give it no debatin' 

Can't leave me right now 

Keep you watching never waitin' 

[Verse 3: Raymond Hill] 

My dreams, are real 

To me, they like 

A list of my future accomplishments 

Living so way up my music been popping, shit 

Bitches be on me like Kenny on documents 

I got the wave and I'm drowning you after all 

I been so focused on college and Adderall 

Savage like 21 don't give a fuck at all 

Hoopin' like 23 now its my day to ball 

I 

Got all these bitches' numbers but I will not call them 

(Call them) 

Too much for you to handle trust me you should fall back 

(Fall back) 

Too invested in my music that's the draw back 

(Draw Back) 

But making music is worth all that 

I bring the heat like Miami in summer 

(Whooo!) 

These bitches they love it when I'm undercover 

(Whooo!) 

Baby bend over and bump up your bumper 

I ain't playin' round I can go find another 

(Whooo!) 

I bring the heat like Miami in summer it's hot like Yovanna now I'm on the come up 

(Jheez) 

I stunt on these bitches and these bitches love it